DOI: http://dx.doi.org/10.5334/opt.

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THE RELIABILITY OF THE NARRATOR IN SALMAN RUSHDIES MIDNIGHTS

CHILDREN AND GABRIEL GARCA MRQUEZS ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF
SOLITUDE.
By Ronan McFadden
In the simultaneously fantastic and earthly world of the magical-realist novel, where telepathic
powers are discovered through the clearing of snot, or where girls ascend to heaven while
hanging out the laundry, how do the narrators of Gabriel Garca Mrquezs One Hundred Years of
Solitude and Salman Rushdies Midnights Children attempt to convince the reader of the narratives
reliability? Can the reader really rely on the truth of such fantastic narratives? If not, what
precisely are Garca Mrquez and Rushdie trying to tell us about the nature of supposedly reliable
narrative and the truths it purports to contain?
On first reading Garca Mrquezs One Hundred Years of Solitude, the narrators reliability in
his account of the village of Macondos supernatural events seems not to be at issue. Most
obviously, Garca Mrquez employs an omniscient, third-person narrator with no apparent
personal investment in the events, leading the reader to assume no bias or agenda on the
narrators part and that he has no reason to obscure the truth. One particular passage of One
Hundred Years of Solitude, in which Remedios the Beauty ascends to heaven, illustrates further the
techniques used by Garca Mrquez to give the reader an impression of the narrators reliability:
Amaranta felt a mysterious trembling in the lace on her petticoats
and she tried to grasp the sheet so that she would not fall down
at the instant in which Remedios the Beauty began to rise.
rsula, almost blind at the time, was the only person who was
sufficiently calm to identify the nature of that determined wind
and she left the sheets to the mercy of the light as she watched
Remedios the Beauty waving good-bye in the midst of the
flapping sheets that rose up with her, abandoning with her the
environment of beetles and dahlias and passing through the air
with her as four oclock in the afternoon came to an end, and
they were lost forever with her in the upper atmosphere where
not even the highest flying birds of memory could reach her.
(Garca Mrquez 2000, 242-243)
The narrator gives us an exact time (as four oclock in the afternoon came to an end) and
provides many small, earthly details of this magical event (the lace on her petticoats, the
environment of beetles and dahlias), impressing his role as an accurate recorder of empirical
facts, and thereby presumably reliable. The narrators passive, matter-of-fact tone in the face of
this magical event similarly leaves little room for initial doubt. By recounting this fantastic event
calmly, taking no pause for reflection, the narrator dissuades the reader from taking the time to
analyse the event with an empirical eye.
This matter-of-fact voice is a typical feature of the magical-realist narrator, as Wendy B.
Faris argues in her essay, Schehezerades Children: Magical Realism and Postmodern Fiction:
The narrative appears to the late-twentieth-century adult readers
to which it is addressed as fresh, childlike, even primitive.
Wonders are recounted largely without comment, in a matter-offact way, accepted presumably as a child would accept them,
without undue questioning or reflection. (Faris 1995, 177)
In presenting the events in this matter-of-fact way, positioning the empirical alongside the
magical with equal narrative weighting (in the reality of the novel, Remedioss ascension is as
real as Amarantas petticoats, and neither the fantastic, nor the mundane seem to be of
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particularly special interest to the narrator), Garca Mrquez gives the reader the sense, as
Stephen M. Hart puts it in his essay Magical Realism: Style and Substance, of a self-consistent
and water-tight world where the reader is unable to escape from a sense of the world as
containing a magical dimension (Hart 2005, 4). The fantastic and the mundane are so equally
balanced in the narrative that it is impossible to imagine Macondo without its magical elements.
Furthermore, the different characters reactions to the magical events go some way to voicing,
and then countering, any concerns the reader may have over the factual reliability of the narrative.
Following Remedioss ascension, even Fernanda, burning with envy, finally accepted the miracle
(Garca Mrquez 2000, 243). The message is clear: if even bitter Fernanda can believe in
Remedioss miracle, then the reader can hardly deny it. The narrator also describes how
outsiders, of course, thought that [ Remedios the Beautys] family was trying to save her
honour with that tale of levitation1 (Garca Mrquez 2000, 243), but the reader is in the
privileged position of having witnessed the miracle from within the family, and knows better than
the outsiders who deny it. By setting the outsiders up as the doubters, incorrect in their
assumptions, the reader is cast as a privileged witness to the magical event, and thereby not in a
position to deny its truth.
In comparison, an initial reading of Saleem Sinais first-person narrative in Midnights
Children certainly leaves him seeming unreliable or, to use Harts word, slippery (Hart 2005, 10).
Rushdie himself, in his 1983 essay Errata: or, Unreliable Narration in Midnights Children,
attests to his narrators flaws: It is by now obvious, I hope, that Saleem Sinai is an unreliable
narrator (Rushdie 1991, 22). As opposed to the passive, third-person narrator of One Hundred
Years of Solitude, Saleem Sinai is actively and personally invested in his story. Attempting to write
his autobiography at thirty, Saleem, as Rushdie puts it, wants so to shape his material that the
reader will be forced to concede his central role. [] He is an interested party in the events he
narrates (Rushdie 1991, 24). Indeed, Saleem makes his agenda explicit from the novels first
page, in his rush to record the events of his life: I must work faster, faster than Scheherazade, if I
am to end up meaning yes meaning something. I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity
(Rushdie 1995, 9). Various interludes throughout the novel attest to Saleems desire to portray his
life in a certain way and his willingness to bend the truth. Nowhere is this more obvious than
near the end of the novel, when Saleem confesses to falsifying a preceding event:
I lied about Shivas death. [] I fell victim to the temptation of
every autobiographer, to the illusion that since the past exists
only in ones memories and the words which strive vainly to
encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events simply by
saying they occurred. (Rushdie 1995, 443)
Although Saleem admits that lying doesnt come easily, and that this is the only out-and-out lie
(Rushdie 1995, 443) he confesses to, it is difficult for the reader to trust a narrator who, upon
discovering an error in chronology in his own work (whereby his account of the assassination
of Mahatma Gandhi occurs [] on the wrong date), questions his own ability to narrate
faithfully, given his personal investment in the story: Am I so far gone, in my desperate need for
meaning, that Im prepared to distort everything to re-write the whole history of my time purely
in order to place myself in a central role? (Rushdie 1995, 166) With this question similarly on the
readers mind, it is impossible not to have some reservations about the truth of the magical
elements of the narrative which place Saleem in a starring role, such as his telepathy that allows
him to convene and become central to the Midnight Childrens Conference (Rushdie 1995, 222).
The nature and extent of Saleems memory similarly leads the reader to question his
reliability as a factual narrator. At the beginning of the novel, Saleems powerful memory is
explained as the result of a supernatural process, the nature of which is mysterious even to
himself: Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our absence: but I seem to have found
from somewhere the trick of filling in the gaps in my knowledge, so that everything is in my
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head, down to the last detail (Rushdie 1995, 19). This statement, combined with the use of visual
detail in Saleems account of events which have occurred even before his birth (for example, he is
able to describe, with remarkable lucidity, his grandfathers appearance as a young man, from his
sky-eyes to his cyranose; Rushdie 1995, 13) disarms the reader somewhat. As in One Hundred
Years of Solitude, the earthly and the magical are co-dependent, yet Saleems narrative is not nearly
as water-tight; as Midnights Children progresses, Saleem begins to lose grip on his memory, and
his ability to convince the reader that his narration is truthful consequently suffers. From
professing a supernatural ability to fill in the gaps, Saleem begins to question his own memory,
rushing to confide in paper, before I forget (Rushdie 1995, 37). We have already noted that
doubts may be raised in the reader about the truth of Saleems role at the Midnight Childrens
Conference, and these doubts are further compounded when Saleem admits, in the same chapter
as his account of the conference, that his memory of that time is slipping up:
It occurs to me that I have made another error that the election
of 1957 took place before, and not after, my tenth birthday; but
although Ive racked my brains, my memory refuses, stubbornly,
to alter the sequence of events. This is worrying. I dont know
whats gone wrong. [] if small things go, will large things be
close behind? (Rushdie 1995, 222)
Saleems memory continues to deteriorate, evidenced by the statement he made earlier when
trying to recollect the time he hid in Parvatis waste basket: Admitting defeat, I am forced to
record that I cannot remember for sure (Rushdie 1995, 386). He ultimately declares:
Im tearing myself apart, cant even agree with myself, talking,
arguing like a wild fellow, cracking up, memory going, yes,
memory plunging into chasms and being swallowed by the dark,
only fragments remain, none of it makes sense anymore.
(Rushdie 1995, 422)
With Saleem finally bereft of his supernatural ability to piece together his own scraps of memory
and thus resorting to being guided by the few clues one is given (Rushdie 1995, 427), a first
reading of Midnights Children is marked by a progressive difficulty to trust Saleem as a reliable
narrator of facts.
There are other aspects to Saleems narrative which appear to be outside his control and
damage his reliability on a first reading. Saleems narrative is intensely hurried, and his speed is
motivated by factors over which he reportedly has no control. One of the reasons for his speed is
his memory loss. In writing as quickly as possible, Saleem is trying to record his life before he
forgets it; his story is being saved from the corruption of the clocks (Rushdie 1995, 38). Saleems
deterioration is also apparently physical: he tells us how he is falling apart (Rushdie 1995, 37),
physically cracking into pieces, and this causes his reliability to suffer as a result:
I am racing ahead at breakneck speed; errors are possible, and
overstatements, and jarring alterations in tone; Im racing the
cracks, but I remain conscious that errors have already been
made, and that, as my decay accelerates [] the risk of
unreliability grows. (Rushdie 1995, 270)
This physical deterioration is linked to Saleems struggle for control of his own writing process,
with characters from his history jostling inside him, struggling to burst out into the narrative, only
to be held back by his faltering strength of will: midnights other children [] are pressing
extremely hard. Soon the cracks will be wide enough for them to escape (Rushdie 1995, 179). At
other times the stories are reluctant to be told, with Saleem claiming there are stories which I
[] have to drag out of the whirling recesses of my mind (Rushdie 1995, 106). Saleems state of
mind and his physical deterioration are called into question, when a doctor visits him only to
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declare that I see no cracks, much to Saleems incredulous anger: [H]e impugned my state of
mind, cast doubts on my reliability as a witness (Rushdie 1995, 65). Whether losing his mind or
genuinely physically falling apart, the result for his narrative is that it becomes, just as Saleem
admits, a series of events, which have tumbled from my lips any old how, garbled by haste and
emotion (Rushdie 1995, 30). That is to say, the pressing speed with which Saleem is forced to
write, coupled with his personal investment in the story at hand, leave the narrative garbled,
prone to error and factually unreliable. At times capable of intentionally intervening in his story
to change facts for his benefit, and at other moments incapable of harnessing his memory to
make any factually reliable narrative, Saleem is either playing games with the reader, or he is really
suffering deterioration of mind and body, or indeed both. In any case, the result is the same: the
reader finds it difficult to rely on slippery Saleem as a narrator.
That is not to say that Saleems narrative does not contain similar trust-building
techniques as those observed in One Hundred Years of Solitude. The problem for Saleem is that his
interludes and confessions undermine any factual power he tries to place in his account. He
certainly maintains a commingling of the improbable and the mundane (Rushdie 1995, 9) in his
narrative, keeping a certain symmetry between empirical logic and the fantastic by recording the
exact times of improbable events such as the birth of the Midnight Children. But any suspension
of disbelief that this engenders in the reader is, to a large extent, countered by his doubts over the
accuracy of his own memory, which we have seen above. Saleem also invites the reader to verify
any facts that may be in doubt in the more sensational chapters of the novel (If you dont believe
me, check; Rushdie 1995, 48), and Saleems narrative is set in the real context of a country where
stranger things have been known to happen [] just pick up any newspaper and see the daily
titbits recounting miracles in this village or that (Rushdie 1995, 55). But once again, this is not
enough to allow the reader to trust him fully. Perhaps not all the facts in Saleems story are false,
and stranger things may well be reported in the press, but Saleems own admission that he has
made factual errors and that, in his haste, there is a likelihood of further errors he has failed to
notice, undermines any trust the reader can place in him as a reliable narrator.
On the surface, the narrator of One Hundred Years of Solitude gives a greater impression of
factual reliability than Midnights Childrens Saleem Sinai. However, analysing these texts with what
Wendy B. Faris calls defocalized narrative (Faris 2004, 45) in mind, we are able to dig deeper
and put claims of reliability for both narrators back into question. We have seen how the
balancing of the magical and the empirical in the narratives of these novels gives initial credibility
to the magical as both elements are treated with the same matter-of-fact voice (this is true more
of One Hundred Years of Solitude than of Midnights Children, as already discussed). But below the
surface of initial impressions, this places the reader in an ambiguous space in terms of the
perspective with which to analyse the world of the novel. In general, the magical-realist narrative
can be said to be defocalised because the reader is prevented from viewing the world as either
fully magical or fully empirical, and is forced into a perspective where both the magical and the
empirical exist simultaneously. For Faris, magical realism presents a narrative which is
apparently grounded in sensory data, yet moving beyond them,
but not consistently into any recognizable supernatural realm,
such as a secret garden, heaven, the underworld, or a mythical
past [ .] Within it, one does not know quite where one is, what
one is seeing, or what kind of voice one is hearing. (Faris 2004,
45-46)
The readers confused perspective is further compounded, in that the empirical and the magical
are not set in opposition to each other, but rather, in a sort of uncomfortable symbiosis, with the
narrative simultaneously entertaining and resisting the logic of both worlds. This is illustrated in
One Hundred Years of Solitude, through a conversation between rsula and Melquades, discussing
the odour of mercury:
Its the smell of the devil, she said.
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Not at all, Melquades corrected her. It has been proven that

the devil has sulphuric properties and this is just a little corrosive
sublimate.
(Garca Mrquez 2000, 7)
Here Garca Mrquez shows the blurring of lines between the magical and the empirical worlds:
instead of countering rsulas superstition with empirical logic (i.e. the devils existence cannot be
proven), Melquades paradoxically uses empirical reasoning and language to describe a supernatural
entity. This plunges the reader into uncertainty as to their own, and the narrators, perspective:
how to have faith in the facts of this world when the magical and the empirical are so thoroughly
intertwined and thereby resist close scrutiny? This ultimately impacts on the readers ability to
view the narrator as reliable, as Faris argues:
The nature and origin of narrative voice in magical realism,
compared with that of its modernist precursors, is more radically
destabilized because of the presence of irreducible elements
within an otherwise realistic narrative environment. Because it
questions the norms of realistic representation that is based on
sensory data, the defocalized narrative that results from such a
destabilized origin undercuts the assumed reliability of realism
from within it. (Faris 2004, 45)
Despite perhaps giving the impression of reliability on first reading, the defocalised magicalrealist narrative is ultimately factually unreliable because, from the readers uncertain perspective,
it cannot be explained, only experienced (Faris 2004, 46).
So, what does this mean for the narrators reliability in the texts in question? For One
Hundred Years of Solitude, the narrators perceived factual dependability stands up only as long as
the reader does not dig too deeply beneath the surface. As soon as the reader demands that the
events of the novel be explained rather than simply experienced, the narrators illusion of
reliability is rumbled and begins to unravel. In order to thoroughly analyse the reliability of the
narrative, the reader must first be able to situate the narrator, but Garca Mrquezs narrator is so
defocalised that this proves an impossible task. Even as early as the first chapter of the novel, it is
impossible to situate the narrator accurately in a constant perspective. First describing Macondos
present from the point of view of a distant future (Many years later, as he faced the firing squad,
Colonel Aureliano Buenda was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to
discover ice), the narrator shifts to viewing Macondo in the present as an outsider, from an
almost widescreen perspective, where we discover Macondo as a village of twenty adobe houses,
built on the bank of a river of clear water (Garca Mrquez 2000, 1). Yet, with the arrival of the
gypsies, the narrator is no longer an outsider but narrates events from the perspective of the
people of Macondo, commenting on Melquadess harsh accent (Garca Mrquez 2000, 2):
Melquades and the other gypsies are now the outsiders, with their accents bizarre from the point
of view of the people of Macondo, which the narrator now briefly shares.2 Indeed, the narrators
perspective is in constant flux, which leads to confusion for the reader who is hoping to find the
logic of this world (as we have already seen in the conversation between Melquades and rsula
concerning the smell of mercury). The narrator is so difficult to locate through the course of the
novel that, at the end of the book, when both the village of Macondo and Melquadess recorded
history of Macondo are destroyed, the reader is left with the problem of how to make sense of
what they have just, to use Fariss word once again, experienced. As Faris puts it:
In One Hundred Years of Solitude, both the space of the text and the
time of its telling are indeterminate. The scribe Melquades
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It may be argued that Melquades represents the narrators perspective, as the character in the novel who
records the written history of Macondo, but this is questionable considering that, at the outset of the novel,
the narrator views Melquades as foreign.

presence, which figures the scenes of writing and reading within

the novel, in conjunction with the ending that conceptually
sweeps world and text away, creates a textual space that is
difficult to envision clearly. Most obviously, if the whole world of
Macondo and its text has disappeared, how can we be reading it
now? (Faris 2004, 97)
And it is with this conceptual hole in the narratives structure the inability to define the
existence of the narrator that the possibility of the narrators reliability is torn down. The events
of the story are inherently unreliable; [their] existence is literally impossible because no actual
narrator could have written and preserved them (Faris 2004, 123). Certainly, these events are
being described by someone from somewhere, but the someone and somewhere are so
intangible that it is impossible to interrogate for further detail: the reader is forced to continue
with no explanation of the novels unstable logic, which means that the story of Macondo can
never be factually and reliably explained.
What then, is Garca Mrquezs goal in constructing the story of Macondo on such
unstable narrative foundations? In his essay, Cien aos de soledad: The Novel as Myth and Archive,
Roberto Gonzlez Echevarra sheds lights on this question, discussing One Hundred Years of
Solitude as mimicking the narrative style of anthropological treatise by which twentieth-century
Western culture sought to understand Latin America through a culling and re-telling of its myths
(Gonzlez Echevarra 2007, 18). As he explains:
Anthropology translates into the language of the West the
cultures of the others, and in the process establishes its own
form of self-knowledge through a kind of annihilation of the self.
(Gonzlez Echevarra 2007, 18)
The anthropologist, in order to approach a foreign culture with new eyes, must reduce their own
cultural identity to the point where they seem to be discovering the foreign culture not as foreign
but as new, primitive and mythic. By making use of the defocalised narrative, Garca Mrquez
achieves for his narrator the annihilation of the self that Gonzlez Echevarra describes. The
novel begins with a tone of mythic newness (The world was so recent that many things lacked
names; Garca Mrquez 2000, 1) and the narrator, as we have seen, is impossible to situate,
fitting with the level ground of self and history that Gonzlez Echevarra explains is necessary at
the outset of anthropological narrative (Gonzlez Echevarra 2007, 21). Faced with this
anthropological technique in One Hundred Years of Solitude, the reader is initially able to accept the
story of Macondo as myth and thereby prone to contain fantastic elements. Yet by subsequently
demonstrating that, despite its illusion of knowledge, such a narrative does not hold up under
close analytical scrutiny, Garca Mrquez is ultimately undermining the reliability of the
supposedly truth-bearing (Gonzlez Echevarra 2007, 18) documents used to describe his
continent or, in Gonzlez Echevarras words, the fictions Latin American culture has created to
understand itself, the myths about the origins of its history (Gonzlez Echevarra 2007, 21).
Elizabeth A. Spiller, in her essay Searching for the route of inventions: Retracing the
Renaissance Discovery Narrative in Gabriel Garca Mrquez, makes a similar point as Gonzlez
Echevarra, arguing that the images of newness and discovery at the beginning of One Hundred
Years of Solitude (The treasures that Melquades first brings to Macondo the magnet, the
telescope, magnifying glass, maps and charts, astrolabes, and sextants are icons of discovery;
Spiller 2007, 56) represent how Renaissance writers such as Columbus, Vespucci, and Pigafetta
(Spiller 2007, 53) first narrated Latin America from a European perspective. For Spiller, the
presence of both the magical and the empirical in the text is a consequence of the first European
responses to America (Spiller 2007, 52), insomuch as the European Renaissance writers of Latin
America

use the term marvel to describe phenomena which they cannot

explain. [] Marvelling is an epistemological passion that exists
in the interval between ignorance and knowing. (Spiller 2007, 53)
The narrator of the One Hundred Years of Solitude, in mimicking the European discovery narrative,
exists in this interval too, where events or phenomena can be perceived but are never properly
analysed. The destruction of Macondo and the impossibility of its narrative are the ways in which,
according to Spiller, Garca Mrquez critiques the dangerous nostalgia of Renaissance
representations of the New World as a utopian paradise (Spiller 2007, 58). Just as in Gonzlez
Echevarras argument, the marvelling, discovery perspective used to narrate Latin America is
ultimately flawed and unreliable. In One Hundred Years of Solitude the impossibility (and thereby
unreliability) of the narrator is implied by the way in which Garca Mrquez offers us an allegory
of the self-delusion involved in some of the histories we tell ourselves (Spiller 2007, 59).
Indeed, Garca Mrquez uses One Hundred Years of Solitude to highlight the unreliability of
the official versions of his countrys history. The novel recreates a specific historical event, the
1928 Cinaga banana massacre, where a strike by an undetermined number of banana workers
ended in their massacre, following which a violent military repression and government conspiracy
kept the extent of the massacre covered up. The official version of events put forward by General
Carlos Corts Vargas, the commander of the troops involved in the shooting, reported only nine
fatalities, despite other reports putting the number of dead at over a thousand (Minta 1987, 169171). The manipulation of the original facts means that the number of dead in the banana
massacre remains somewhat unclear to this day. Garca Mrquezs version of the banana massacre
in One Hundred Years of Solitude seeks to mirror reality by showing the unreliability of the official
versions of history. In the novel, the only two witnesses to the massacre, Jos Arcadio Secundo
and the child he saves, are unable to convince others of the truth because
[t]he official version, repeated a thousand times and mangled out
all over the country by every means that the government found
at hand, was finally accepted: there were no dead, the satisfied
workers had gone back to their families. (Garca Mrquez 2000,
315)
As in reality, the truth of the past is overshadowed by the governments version of events, which
is accepted by an intimidated public. In this way, Garca Mrquez makes clear his scepticism of
supposedly reliable versions of the past: events are easily manipulated, even in those official
versions of history we are told to trust. The unreliability of the narrator in One Hundred Years of
Solitude reflects this too: a factual version of the history of Macondo is always just beyond the
readers reach.
In light of this interpretation of One Hundred Years of Solitude, which dismisses first
impressions of reliability, can we conclude that Midnights Childrens Saleem is more reliable than
the narrator of Garca Mrquezs novel? The fact that Saleems perspective is more tangible than
that of Garca Mrquezs narrator means his existence is at least not in question within the reality
of the novel, and thereby his narrative is arguably less defocalised. The defocalisation-effect is
indeed lessened in Midnights Children, not only by Saleems existence as a character but also by his
self-awareness and the explanations he gives for the mixed logic of his narrative. He is completely
aware of the commingling of the improbable and the mundane (Rushdie 1995, 9) in his story,
and warns the reader, from the outset of the novel, that there will be events that will seem
unbelievable. Indeed, as we have seen, Saleem describes his supernatural trick of filling in the
gaps in his memory, and sniffing out the atmosphere in [his] grandfathers house by using his
magical nose, thus giving the reader some explanation of how he can recount things he has not
witnessed (Rushdie 1995, 52). Saleems perspective is, in some way, clear in the sense that he
explains to the reader how he can be all-seeing, and thereby accounts for the defocalisation of his
narrative and sets it in a seemingly logical framework, albeit a magical one.

Similarly, Rushdie uses the character of Padma, Saleems companion and audience as he
writes his story, to represent, to a certain degree, the readers concerns over Saleems reliability as
the novel progresses. It is our plump Padma (Rushdie 1995, 24) who questions some of
Saleems more fantastic claims: What nonsense, our Padma says, How can a picture talk?
(Rushdie 1995, 45). And Saleem feels, in Padmas temporary absence during part of the novel,
that it is her earthiness of spirit, which keeps kept? my feet on the ground (Rushdie 1995,
150). Representing, in a way, an empirical perspective with which to view Saleems narrative,
Padmas presence in the background, and Saleems awareness that he needs to temper his
narrative to cater for her critical ear, gives the reader an apparently more concrete perspective to
engage with than in One Hundred Years of Solitude. The reader is not lost and confused, as in Garca
Mrquezs novel, but is given the time to doubt Saleem and the perspective through which to
criticise his reliability. Paradoxically, by showing that he is aware that his story is, in parts,
unbelievable (Rushdie 1995, 166), and by catering for an audience that is likely to see it as such,
Saleem goes some way to coaxing the reader into believing that his magical-realist narrative
conforms to a certain logic.
But again, as with Garca Mrquezs narrator, Saleems impression of reliability is nothing
but illusion. Padmas is no consistently critical mind: she accepts without blinking certain
magical elements, such as Reverend Mother being able to dream her daughters dreams (Rushdie
1995, 55). As Saleem puts it: No audience is without its idiosyncrasies of belief (Rushdie 1995,
55), and Padmas idiosyncrasy is that, while some improbable events she will disbelieve, others
she will accept with no criticism. Saleem manages to tailor his narrative to her, and thereby to the
reader, not by providing empirical evidence but by coaxing us into submission with the
techniques we have seen above, such as claiming that his story is no more unlikely than the
miracles reported in his countrys newspapers. Similarly, even the magical logic with which
Saleem explains his ability to be all-seeing and to record events he has not physically witnessed
but sniff[ed] out, is undermined by his later claims that his supposed magical memory has
abandoned him in his physical and mental decay. Indeed, there is no concrete logic, empirical or
magical, to Saleems narrative, no reasonable way for the reader to understand it fully. Although
Midnights Children is held together by the narrators perspective and self-awareness in a way that
One Hundred Years of Solitude is not (in Midnights Children we have a clear present of writing,
whereas in One Hundred Years of Solitude no such perspective can be imagined), Saleems narrative
is still ultimately defocalised, despite illusions to the contrary, and, once again, cannot be
explained, only experienced.
In undermining the possibility of finding factual reliability in Saleems narrative, Rushdie
is commenting on the nature of memory and, similarly to Garca Mrquez, on the potential for
unreliability in any document claiming to completely represent factual truth. At one point in the
novel, Saleem tells Padma his thoughts on the matter of memory and truth:
I told you the truth, I say yet again, Memorys truth, because
memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters,
exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end
it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent
version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone
elses version more than his own. (Rushdie 1995, 211)
What Saleem is positing here, is that the version of events he remembers and records, with the
gaps he has filled by one means or another and the bending of facts and alterations he has made
to suit himself, represents a form of honesty based on faith in the truth of ones own memory
which is infinitely more reliable than any narrative which conforms to supposed empirical fact.
The novel is peppered with examples of the unreliability of documents claiming factual truth,
such as when the countrys newspapers falsify an election result:
And we all lived happily at any rate, even without the traditional
last-sentence fiction of fairy-tales, my story does indeed end in
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fantasy; because when Basic Democrats had done their duty, the
newspapers Jang, Dawn, Pakistani Times announced a crushing
victory for the Presidents Muslim League over the Mader-iMillats Combined Opposition Party; thus proving to me that I
have only been the humblest of jugglers-with-facts; and that, in a
country where the truth is what it is instructed to be, reality quite
literally ceases to exist, so that everything becomes possible
except what we are told is the case. (Rushdie 1995, 326)
Saleems argument is that, in a world where supposed factual documents are deceptive, it is
insane to rely on any version of reality other than the one remembered, even with all the flaws
that memory has. The novel similarly touches on the futility of seeking to factually record the
world. Near the beginning of the novel, the reader meets the old Kashmiri boatman, Tai, who
gives this speech to Saleems grandfather when asked his age:
I have watched the mountains being born; I have seen Emperors
die [] I saw that Isa, that Christ, when he came to Kashmir.
Smile, smile, it is your history I am keeping in my head. Once it
was set down in old lost books. Once I knew where there was a
grave with pierced feet carved on the tombstone, which bled
once a year. Even my memory is going now; but I know,
although I cant read. (Rushdie 1995, 16)
And Saleem comments: Illiteracy, dismissed with a flourish; literature crumbled beneath the rage
of his sweeping hand (Rushdie 1995, 16). Tais speech here undermines, from the very first
chapter of the novel, the futility of any mission to set down empirical facts any document so
produced is doomed to become just another of ancient Tais old lost books. Saleems narrative
is not so much a setting down as a setting free: we have discussed how the story seems, at
times, beyond his control; how his memories struggle within him for release, cracking Saleems
body in the process but, interestingly, leaving him in a calmer mental state after his memorys
truth has been freed from the confines of his mind and body. Ultimately, Midnights Children is
not a novel about the facts of Saleem Sinais life, but a tale of separating realitys fiction from
memorys truth, and a comment on how the telling of stories based on memorys truth can, for
all their factual flaws, be trusted as acts of love (Rushdie 1995, 461).
In the end, neither Midnights Childrens Saleem Sinai nor the narrator of One Hundred Years of
Solitude can be relied on to relate factual truth. In trying to give the impression of factual
reliability, and then showing how this reliability is an illusion under close scrutiny, Salman
Rushdie and Gabriel Garca Mrquez are warning the reader to be wary of the truth-bearing
claims of other types of texts, which, in reality, can be as fictitious, inaccurate and unreliable as
the narratives of these two novels. More so, even, in that at least Saleems narrative is a recording
of his memorys truth, coming from a place of honesty the only form of honesty that he
believes it is sane to rely on. Just as Saleem hopes, it is a respect for memorys truth that the
reader takes from Midnights Children. As the reader leaves One Hundred Years of Solitude, having
experienced more than has been explained to them, it is with the impression of having just
survived the apocalyptic storm which they almost fell into; of having realised in reading that all is
not as it should be in the world of Macondo, despite illusions to the contrary, and that they ought
not to trust in all they are told.
Ronan McFadden, 2008
MA Comparative Literature
Centre for Intercultural Studies
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